If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.
Going to church
Would entail a fording

No speed of wind or water rushing
But you have speed far greater. Y
Back up a stream of radiance to th
And back through history up the st
And you were given this swiftness,

There are similarities
I notice: that the hills
which the eyes make flat as a wall
together, open as I move
to let me through; become

We wear the mask that grins and li
It shades our cheeks and hides our
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts…
We smile and mouth the myriad subt

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,

Lord, the Roman hyacinths are blo
The winter sun creeps by the snow
The stubborn season has made stand
My life is light, waiting for the
Like a feather on the back of my h

Many authorities on bird life had
It was a remarkably fine phoenix,
It costs a great deal of money to
For quite a while Mr. Poldero con
But then business slackened. The

I know someone who kisses the way
a flower opens, but more rapidly.
Flowers are sweet. They have
short, beatific lives. They offer
much pleasure. There is

you won’t see them often
for wherever the crowd is
they
are not.
those odd ones, not

WHAT guile is this, that those h
She doth attire under a net of gol
And with sly skill so cunningly th
That which is gold, or hair, may s
Is it that men’s frail eyes, which

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.

It seemed an unlikely match. All
grinding its teeth in a plastic sl
nose-down from a hook in the darkr
under the hatch in the floor. When
it knocked back a quarter-pint of